One day you will think your last thought and you won't know it's your last.

I was thinking about how people seem to read the bible a lot more as they get older, and then it dawned on me — they’re cramming for their final exam. — George Carlin

It can't be that life is so senseless and horrible. But if it really has been so horrible and senseless, why must I die and die in agony? There is something wrong! — Leo Tolstoy

That's the kind of death that frightens me. The shadow of death slowly, slowly eats away at the region of life, and before you know it everything's dark and you can't see, and the people around you think of you as more dead than alive. — Haruki Murakami

I know that it's easier to look at death than it is to look at pain, because while death is irrevocable, and the grief will lessen in time, pain is too often merely relentless and irreversible. — Robert Goolrick

I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day. — Osamu Dazai

There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart. — Stephen King

He would work through the night and sleep until lunch. There wasn't really much else to do. Make something, and die. — Ian McEwan

He'd been wrong, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, and it was a flamethrower. — Terry Pratchett

We are all resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to. — Graham Greene

In the middle of life, death comes to take your measurements. The visit is forgotten and life goes on. But the suit is being sewn on the sly. — Tomas Tranströmer

He's spending a year dead for tax reasons. — Douglas Adams

When was it I realized that, on this truly dark and solitary path we all walk, the only way we can light is our own? Although I was raised with love, I was always lonely. Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time. — Banana Yoshimoto

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do. — Lauren Oliver

Death is not a checkmate... It is more like a carnival trick. You cannot win, no matter how you move your Queen. — Catherynne M. Valente

Pulvis et umbra sumus. — Horace

Death is another bar which lies several steps below the normal world. I'm at its threshold, but not yet in it. Its doorway is doorless. — Kathy Acker

There is a certain right by which we many deprive a man of life, but none by which we may deprive him of death; this is mere cruelty. — Friedrich Nietzsche

Of all the wonders that I have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear; Seeing death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come. — William Shakespeare

Everyone you love is going to die, and you cannot predict the order.

...and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along. — Mark Z. Danielewski

He cannot become old, for he has never been young; he cannot become young, for he has already become old; in a way he cannot die, for he has never lived; in a way he cannot live, for he is already dead. — Søren Kierkegaard

No one can say that death found in me a willing comrade, or that I went easily. — Cassandra Clare

Man is literally split in two: he has an awareness of his own splendid uniqueness in that he sticks out of nature with a towering majesty, and yet he goes back into the ground a few feet in order blindly and dumbly to rot and disappear forever. — Ernest Becker

Time and death sleep side by side. — Garth Nix

Nox didn’t say a word. He waited, counting the seconds in his mind. Sometimes you counted bullets and sometimes you counted time. Either one could kill you. — Dean F. Wilson

Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible. — Leo Tolstoy

For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground. — Virginia Woolf

When his brain died, all of the memories held in his gray matter, along with all of the knowledge he had acquired, would simply evaporate in a flood of chemical reactions. — Dan Brown

Death is contagious; it is contracted the moment we are conceived. — Madeleine L'Engle